Why I Sometimes Swear When Talking About Clutter

Let’s talk about something that turns heads…

Swearing. 🤬

My book is called Why the F#@ Am I Still Not Organized? And one of my keynotes is called Empowered Productivity: Get Your Sh*t Together. 

And yes, I cuss…sometimes.

Not to be edgy. Not to be shocking. And definitely not to be crass.

I use strong language when I want to match the emotional charge of the moment.

Because when you’re drowning in clutter, overwhelmed and ashamed, you’re not thinking, “Gosh, I seem a bit disorganized.”

You’re exhausted, burned out, stressed out and probably thinking some version of “Why the F*#@ can’t I get it together?”

And if that’s what you’re actually feeling, why would I sugarcoat it?

I grew up around cowboys. 🏜️And let me tell you, they’re poets when it comes to swearing. So, I never learned to fear cussing.

To me, it’s just another way to tell the truth…emotional, raw, and real.

And the truth is people judge swearing the same way they judge clutter.

As if it says something about your character.
Or makes you less worthy.
Or like it means you’ve failed.

It doesn’t.

Having clutter doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you human.

And if a little cussing helps us tell the truth about the shame, the overwhelm, the “what’s wrong with me” spiral that clutter brings? Then I’ll use it.

Because this isn’t about swearing, it’s about setting ourselves free.

And clutter? It’s just the doorway.